02x29 - The Boy Wonder

[bunniefuu]

-Hi Mr. Wilson.

Would you like me to
play something for you

on my trumpet?

-No I wouldn't, Dennis.

I'm busy.

Go play for somebody else.

-OK.

I'll play for you
then, Mrs. Wilson.

-Well, I don't know dear.

-Wait til you hear this song.

I made it up myself.

-That's lovely dear.

Have some candy.

It's nice chewy taffy.

-Gee thanks, Mrs. Wilson.

Tommy's outside.

I'll take him some too.

-Here you are, Tommy.

-Oh boy.

Swell.
-See?

I told ya.

Every time I play
my horn, somebody

gives me something
to put in my mouth.

[theme music]

-All right, Dennis.

Give her all you got now.

Put her in here.

-OK.

Here she comes.

-This time, Fred, how about
swinging at a real one and I'll

shag it for ya.

-No, you might run out in the
street and get hit by a car

and then I'd have
you on my conscience.

I'll pitch a couple.

-Make it a speed ball, Fred.

-OK.

[grunting]

-OK, Dennis?

-Boy, that was so fast,
I didn't even see it.

Pitch it to me again.

-I got a better idea.

I'll show you how to throw
one in from left field.

You grab it tight, see?

And you lean way back
and then you let it go.

Now you practice.

Now grab it tight, lean
way back, now let her go.

-Jeepers.

[ball smacking wall]

-You better build this barbecue
on the other side on the yard.

-It wouldn't do any good.

I'm not safe from those
kids in my own bathtub.

No, this is the place to put it.

Just tear this down.

Put the barbecue right here.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):
Hey, Mr. Wilson!

Hey, Mr. Wilson!

Did my ball fall in your yard?

-Well, I don't think it's
going to cost you so much.

-Oh good.

-Considering the pleasure
you're going to get out of it.

-How much?

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):
Thanks, Mr. Wilson!

Thanks a lot for throwing
my ball back, Mr. Wilson.

-All right, Dennis,
run along and play.

How much?

-Well, it won't take long
to get that out of there.

Let's see.

About , brick.

Two men, a couple of days.

Oh, I'd say roughly $ .

-$ ?

-You think it over, Mr. Wilson.

When you make up your
mind, let us know.

-Thank you for your time
and trouble, Mr. Erickson.

-I'm glad to have met
you, Mr. Erickson.

-$ indeed!

-Oh hi, Mrs. Wilson.

-Hello, Dennis.

-Think he's got
himself a sucker.

Why, for that kind
of money, I could

build that barbecue myself.

-Yourself?

-Boy, that's a swell
idea, Mr. Wilson.

I'll bet you could
build the best

barbecue in the whole world.

-Well, I don't know why I can't.

-Oh, dear.

-Oh hello.

Ace High Brick and Cement?

This is George Wilson
at Elm Street.

Now I want to build a
barbecue, eight feet long,

about four feet wide, inches
high, with a four foot chimney.

Now how much will
the bricks cost me?

Delivered?

Hmm?

No, they don't
have to be stacked.

Yes, I'll wait.

-George, are you sure?

-Just a minute, Martha.

Oh, yes.

$ . .

Oh, well can you deliver
them this afternoon?

Thank you very much.

-I hope you know what
you're doing dear.

-Well of course,
Martha, my dear.

Where else could
I make that kind

of money for just
a couple days work?

Oh, I got to get my tools.

-Oh, I'll get them for ya.

-Never mind, Dennis.

I'll get them.

Now I'm going to tear
down this grape arbor.

-Dennis!

Leave that alone.

Oh well, here, if you
really want to help me.

Take this nail and put it
in the trash barrel for me

way over by the garage.

-Hey, Mr. Wilson!

Come quick!

-Uh?

What's the matter, Dennis?
-Look!

-(LAUGHING) Why, it's
like a chelonian.

And a very fine specimen indeed.

-It's a what?

-A chelonian.

-It sure looks like
a turtle to me.

-That's the popular name for it.

-Do you think it
belongs to anybody?

-No.

No, I'd say he's been living
around here for quite some time

now.

We probably disturbed
his little home

when we pulled out
this grape arbor.

-Jeepers turtle.

We didn't mean to
spoil your house.

What do you think I
ought to call him?

-Well how about Myrtle?

Myrtle the Turtle.

-That's a girl's name.

And after what
happened to my rabbit,

I don't think my
dad would let me

have another pet
with a girl's name.

-Well I don't think you have
to worry about that, Dennis.

Turtles lay eggs.

-I better not take any chances.

I'm going to call him Jimmy.

-George?

-Oh yes, dear.

-The truck is here
with your bricks.

-Good.
Good.

I'll be right in to
make them out a check.

-Oh boy.

Come on, Jimmy, let's
go see the truck.

-Oh Dennis.

Tell them to leave
it right there.

I'll be right out.

-OK, Mr. Wilson.

-Is this the Wilson
driveway, kid?

-It sure is.

And Mr. Wilson told me to tell
you to leave it right here.

-Are you sure?

-That's what he said.
-OK Joe.

He wants us to leave them here.

-Well they were
certainly prompt Martha.

Now that's the kind of service
the public appreciates.

-Oh boy!

-Tell Mr. Wilson the office
said to send him the bill.

-Hey!
Hey!

Wait a minute!

Hey!

Oh, wait a minute!

Oh for Pete's sake.

Now how am I going to get
my car out of the garage?

Dennis, why did you
let them leave it here?

-Jeepers, Mr. Wilson.

I just told them what you said.

To leave it right here.

-Oh, I meant the
truck, not the bricks.

Oh great Scot.

Now I've got to move
all these bricks.

-You got a wheelbarrow,
Mr. Wilson?

Just tell me where
you want them and I'd

be glad to move them for you.
-Me too.

-Oh now, that's very
nice of you, Fred.

Yes.

The wheelbarrow's
in my tool shed.

-I'll get my wagon.

Here, you can hold Jimmy.

-I will not.

-I want to help too.

-Oh Dennis, take that
turtle of yours and go home.

Now home!

-I don't mind helping
you Mr. Wilson.

I can use a few extra bucks.

-Oh?

-Well I only charge $ an hour.

-Well I can't leave that pile
of bricks there overnight.

All right, Freddy,
but remember now.

I expect an hour's
work for an hour's pay.

-Now Dennis may have had
his feelings hurt, Mitchell.

I just wanted to
explain I was merely

looking out for his safety.

-I understand
perfectly, Mr. Wilson.

I guess Dennis is used
to your yelling at him.

I mean everybody
yells at Dennis.

I do it myself sometimes.

-Jeepers, Mr. Wilson.

I'm not mad at you.

-I'm glad to hear it Dennis.

-So as soon as I get home
from school tomorrow,

I'll be over to help you.

-That's very kind of you
Dennis but you needn't hurry.

I've already hired
Fred Baines to help me.

Well he needs the money
worse than you do.

-I'm not going to
charge you Mr. Wilson.

-Well I wouldn't think of
having anybody work for me

for nothing Dennis.

-Well is it OK if
I take the money?

-Well you have work to
do here at home, son.

-That won't take
me very long Dad.

And good old Mr. Wilson needs
all the help he can get.

-I'd appreciate it very
much Mitchell if you'd

let Dennis work for me an
hour or so in the afternoon.

-You would?

-It would be worth $ . an hour
for me to have someone I could

trust walk up and down the
sidewalk to see that none

of the other children came
anywhere near my backyard.

-You mean like a guard?

Oh boy.

That'd be swell!

Can I Dad?

Oh boy.

I've got a job!

And I'm even going to get paid!

-How many times do
I have to tell you.

You don't live at
Mr. Wilson's anymore.

Understand?

-Hi Dennis.

What you playing?

-I'm not playing anything.

I'm a guard.

And good old Mr. Wilson is
paying me $ . to keep you

little kids out.
Halt!

You goes there?

-Fred Baines.

-What you got there?

-My record player.

-You sure it isn't a b*mb?

-Take a look for yourself.

-Yeah, it's a record
player, all right.

OK, Mr. Baines, you can go in.
-Thanks.

-Hi Mr. Wilson.

-Oh hello there Fred.

Say, I'm glad to see you.

-What do you want me to do?

-Well it isn't difficult.

You just have to work fast
so that the cement doesn't

dry on you.

-Well I've laid brick
for my father before.

-Oh good.

Good.

Now you just want to make
sure that the bricks are

nice and straight.

There, you get the idea.

Put the mortar on nice and even.

That's it.

Fine.

All right, now try it
a little faster, Fred.

You know, there'snothing
like laying brick

at a good, fast clip to build
up the muscles in your pitching

arm.
-Oh yeah?

-That's right.

A little faster now.

There, that's the idea.

Yeah.

Now you're getting the idea.

That's it.

Well, you carry on Fred.

I could use a breather.

-George you look exhausted.

-Well I am Martha,
but that barbecue's

going to be worth it.

You know nothing tastes so
good as outdoor cooking.

-I know dear.

But I still wish you'd
let Mr. Erickson build it.

-Oh nonsense.

Why Fred and I can have that
thing up in less than a week.

Smartest thing I ever
did was to hire that boy.

Oh he's a good worker.

[rock music playing]

-Great Scot!

-Oh for Pete's Sake, boy.

Turn that blasted thing off!

-Too loud for you?

-Just turn that off!

-Maybe you'd like
the B side better.

Everybody knows you
work better by music.

That's a psychological fact.

-Well if you have to have it on.

But well, keep it down
a little, will you boy.

-OK.

-Good grief.

[rock music playing]

-Hey Fred!

Turn it up some more, will you?

I can't hear it so good anymore.

-Hi Mr Wilson, how's
it going today?

-Oh hello there Fred.

Just fine.

But oh hold on
there a minute boy.

I got a little
something here for you.

It's a present.

-A present?

How come?

-Well it's not exactly new.

But I had some fresh
batteries put in it for you.

Oh it'll work for months
without recharging.

Now look I'll show you
how you do this thing.

You see you just keep this righ
there in your pocket like that,

put this plug in your
ear, turn it on there,

and you can tune it up
as high as you'd like.

-Gee that's awfully
nice of you but it's

no trouble spinning the platter.

-Well it is to me.

-It'll fall out
when I lean over.

-Well then don't
lean over, Fred.

Squat.

See squat.

Oh it's much better
for the leg muscles.

-Yeah but--

-And good leg muscles are mighty
important to a baseball player.

-Hey crazy.

-Not as crazy as I'd be if I
had to listen to that thing

anymore.

-What'd you say, Mr. Wilson?

-I said-- oh let's
get to work Fred.

Now you take over right
here where I left off.

Climb over there.

Work fast enough so the
cement doesn't dry on you.

That's the way.

I want to go in the house.

I've got some
things I have to do.

Fred!

-Hey Fred.

Why don't you have the music on?

-Never mind that.

You know what happens to a
sentry that leaves his post.

-Mr. Wilson wouldn't sh**t me.

He's my friend.

Say, what's you got in your ear.

-It's a radio.

-Can I try it?

-Yeah.

-Here let me do it.
-Jeepers.

Jeepers.

[music playing]

Jeepers.

Boy that sure is swell.

I'm sure glad I didn't
bust it for you.

Hey!

-That's enough.

-My turtle.

Where's my turtle?

Hey Jimmy!

Where are you?

Jimmy!

Who could've gotten
stuck in there.

-Martha, what would you
like tomorrow night?

Barbecued ribs, sirloin
steak, or shish kabob?

-Do you really think
it'll be ready by then?

-Of course it will.

All we have to do is finish
up the top of the chimney

and set in the grill.

-I must admit I've
had some misgivings.

-Oh it's worked out
perfectly, my dear.

Yes, I've got my money's
worth out of Fred, Dennis out

of my hair, and I've saved $ .

-Well that's wonderful dear.

-Gee Mr. Wilson.

This is going to be just great.

-Oh Mitchell.

Well Fred helped too, you know.

-Yeah, DaVinci had his
Mona Lisa and Mr. Wilson's

got his barbecue.

-Say has anybody seen my turtle?

-You better get back
to your job, son.

-Your turtle?

-Yeah, he's missing again.

Hey, he went in there once.

-I'll look down here Dennis.

-Can you see him?

-Oh there he is, way
over on the left.

-Here Dennis, let me.

Let me try.

-I'll get a rake.
-See if I--

-Don't hurt him.

Don't hurt my turtle.

-Better get him before
he crawls up inside

or we'll have to
tear the front down.

-Oh no!

No!

-We may have to call
the Humane Society

or somebody to the rescue.
-Jeepers.

-Give me the Fire Department.

Hey Fire Department.

Come right away
to Elm Street.

Hurry!

-I think I see him.

A little more to the right.

-Don't hurt my turtle.

-Here Jimmy!

Here Jimmy!

-Dennis!

-Here Jimmy!

-Let me try again, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh.

-Here Jimmy!

Careful Dad.

-We'll get him son.

I'll get him

-Here Jimmy!

[sirens wailing]

[footsteps running]

-Don't worry lady.

We'll have it out in no time.

Where is it?
Where's the fire?

-Fire?

Fire!

-You take upstairs.

I'll take down here.

-Help George!

Help!

The house is on fire!

-Hey!
Jeepers.

-George here!

Oh George!

-My stamp collection!

Oh my goodness!

My trophies!

-Oh the lovely things.

The sweater I was knitting
you for your birthday.

-Martha.
Give me a hand here.

Quick!

That's it dear.

Don't lose your head dear.

Just stay calm.

Stay calm!

-Dear, I am!

-Stay calm!

Stay calm!

-Turn it off!

Turn it off!

-Oh you're pushing.

-Stop now, folks.

We couldn't find anything.

-You couldn't find anything?

Martha, you said the
house was on fire.

-I didn't say it.

He did!

-Who turned in the alarm?

It's a serious offense
to turn in a false alarm.

-Hey somebody listen.

Please Mr. Fireman, save Jimmy!

-Jimmy?

-Oh for Pete's sake!

-Save Jimmy.

Here's in the wall.

-Jimmy?

-Please Mr. Fireman.

Save my turtle!

-OK sonny.
Don't worry.

We'll get him out.

-Any idea where he is?

-He's inside the barbecue.

I saw him way over
in the corner.

-Well a turtle couldn't
move more than a few inches.

-He moves faster than you think.

Jimmy's the fastest
turtle in the world whole!

-Well maybe to be
on the save side.

We'll knock out this portion
of the barbecue right here.

-No!
No!

No!
Jimmy!

You come out of there.

Do you hear me?

You get out of there at once!

-George don't get so excited.

-But Martha!

-How would you all like a
nice cold glass of lemonade?

It's all made.

[banging]

-Mitchell!

There's no fire!
Look!

-Don't you worry, Mr. Wilson.

I'll help you build it up again.

-Oh thanks.

-Jeepers.

Thanks!

-Thank you gentlemen.

-It's all in a day's work.

-I think I'd like to
go in and lie down.

-C'mon.

We better get home Dennis.

-Crazy

-Mrs. Wilson, did you happen
to see where I put my radio?

-No, I didn't Fred.

Well, I guess a
hardworking boy like you

can drink this all by himself.

-Thanks.

-And Fred.

Try to be as quiet as you can.

Mr. Wilson doesn't
feel at all well.

-I will Mrs. Wilson.

And thanks for the lemonade.

Now I wonder where I put that.

-(SINGING) Get my
fire good and hot.

-Does it really work?

-Of course it does Martha.

When George Wilson builds
something, he builds it right.

Oh say, my dear.

We've got plenty of steak.

Why don't we ask the
Mitchells to join

us and Fred and his folks?

-Well don't you
think it'd be better

if we tried it out
on ourselves first?

-Well now what could go wrong?

It won't be any work
for you, honey bunch.

I'll do all the cooking.

-Well if you want to.

I'll get the phone.

-Oh just bring the
phone out here dear.

I'll call them.

Now make a salad, and
something for dessert

and maybe you whip up some of
that cheese dip you make, huh?

-Now you hold it
real tight, then

you lean way back,
and let her go.

-OK, let me try it.

-Oh Martha!

Listen dear, bring me a
big platter, will you?

And I need a long
handled spoon and oh yes,

see if you can find
the pepper grinder.

Oh, I'll need a
pitcher of water too.

-Now hold it tight.

Now you lean way back.

-Like this?

-And let her go.

Hey, that was a real good one.

-Yeah, I'll try it again.

-Lean way back and let her go.

-[rock music playing]

-Great Scot!

Turn that off!

-Where is that coming from?

Turn it off!

-Why it's coming from-- Why
it's coming from the barbecue!

Oww!

Oh it is impossible.

Great Scot!

-Hey!

We found Fred's radio.

Boy, we sure are lucky.

Huh, Mr. Wilson?

-Dennis stand back.

Get out of the way!

-Look!

[theme music playing]